Can't Slow Down - Lizzie Hart Stevens Page 0,5
Coen undoes the last button on my shirt and gently slips it off my shoulders. His eyes wander up one arm, across my chest, and down the other. He’s checking me for more injuries. Grabbing me gently by the waist, he lifts me off the sink so that I’m standing in front of him in nothing but my purple bra and black work pants. He then reaches over and shuts the water off in the bathtub.
Coen is avoiding eye contact with me and I’m not sure why. When he stands back up he starts to undo the button of my pants but I stop him, placing both of my hands on either side of his face.
“Coen, look at me. Please?”
He sighs heavily. When he finally looks at me his eyes seem to be filled with hurt and worry.
“Coen, I’m okay. I’m exhausted and maybe a little bruised, but I’m okay. And it’s all thanks to you. I don’t even want to think about what Patrick might have done to me if you hadn’t shown up when you did. So, thank you.”
I run my hand through his hair and place a soft kiss on his forehead. I wish I knew what’s bothering him. I know he’s worried about me, but I can’t help feel like there’s something he’s not telling me.
“Fuck, Lexi,” he forces out with a breath, “I thought you were going to get torn from my life as fast as you came into it tonight. This is why I was nervous about moving past more than just a one-night stand with you.” His voice trails off into the echo of bathroom. He takes a step back, undresses, and slides into the bath; holding his hand out for me to join him. “Come on, the water is getting cold. We both need to get cleaned up and get some rest.”
I am so confused right now. Once I finish undressing, I take his hand and reluctantly slip down into the warm bath in front of him. Oddly, I don’t feel uncomfortable being naked in front him right now. After the amazing sex we had yesterday and what we went through tonight, that’s the least of my worries. After all, the man just saved my life.
“I don’t understand, Coen. What do you mean? How does me being kidnapped by my asshole ex have anything to do with you not wanting a possible relationship with me?”
He starts lathering us both up. “I don’t want to talk about it tonight, Lex. I just . . . we both need some rest, okay? You don’t need to worry about anything else today. I’ll stay over and make sure you’re safe tonight and make sure that headache of yours doesn’t get worse.”
I’m too tired to argue. I lean my head back against his chest and try to free my mind of worry. Tomorrow is a new day. Tomorrow, Coen will talk to me. For tonight, I’m going to let this amazingly beautiful man take care of me.
I MUST BE COMPLETELY out of my fucking mind. I knew better than to let this girl get under my skin, but somehow she’s managed to slip between the cracks of the walls I’ve worked so hard to build and made herself at home.
Lexi falls asleep in my arms after our bath, as I carry her to her bed. The light from the bathroom ricochets off the hallway walls to illuminate her bedroom just enough for us to see. As I gently lay her down onto her pillow her eyes flutter open.
“Coen, what happened to Patrick after we left? Isn’t he going to come looking for us? Maybe you should have called the cops,” she says sleepily, but obviously concerned. She yawns while stretching, causing her tits to jut upwards, begging for my touch. I don’t think she realizes what she’s doing to me. I close my eyes and swallow hard, willing my dick to not react. Thankfully by the time I open my eyes she’s under the covers. As much as I would love to bury myself deep inside of her right now, she needs to get some sleep.
I walk around to the other side of the bed, slip off my boxer briefs and lie down next to Lexi.
“No, Lex. We’re safe. You are safe. We can handle this. Derek made sure that Patrick knows who he’s messing with.” I roll over onto my left side, now facing her direction.
“What is that supposed to mean?” She shifts quickly onto